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Hydrangea Strong

Posted on April 12, 2019 by Puff Of Smoke Poems

After all the storms pass
roof tiles, tree limbs
fallen to the ground
and all our crackled roads
show the slow wear of weather
while in the garden
last year’s hydrangeas
soft brown blooms,
tissue paper rustle
somehow still stand

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